Chapter 25 (The Three-in-One Nezha, I've Discovered You're Really...)
Although the two pronouns did not explicitly indicate who Nezha was referring to, everyone knew.
Tong'er froze, taking two steps back as he pondered the question Nezha had just posed:
Should we let the peddler die, or let Mother speak again...?
In other words, this beautiful little fairy has the ability to keep her mother well, but the price is that she must save that scumbag's life?
He looked at the man who had been released, whose face was beaming with joy. The peddler's happiness only fueled Tong'er's frustration. "Why?" the boy cried, feeling a pang of grievance.
He knelt on the ground again and asked Nezha, "Immortal Master, I want my mother to get better. But why must we spare her life? ...Are the dead so worthless, while the lives of mortals are more important? When I listened to the storybooks before, they all said that a scholar who had betrayed his love was haunted by a vengeful ghost, and the passing Taoist priest not only did not help the ghost take revenge, but also wanted to eliminate her to protect the scholar! Tong'er doesn't understand, I beg the Immortal Master to enlighten me."
To his surprise, Nezha looked completely bewildered and asked, "When did I say I would spare his life?"
Tong'er was even more confused; his little mind couldn't quite grasp it: "But...didn't you say that if we chose Mother, we couldn't kill him?"
Ping Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.
That was close! I almost thought Nezha had just been possessed by a ghost.
He was breathing heavily when he spoke, it was really scary!
The man's expression changed drastically, alternating between joy and sorrow; he nearly fainted. However, given that it concerned the peddler's life and safety, few people present cared.
Nezha started by pulling on the collar, lifting a grown man up with ease. He casually tugged at the peddler twice and asked, "Do you know who Hou Qing is?"
Before Tong'er could answer, Nezha chuckled to himself, "Oh, I suppose you wouldn't know either."
The boy lowered his head, feeling inexplicably melancholic at the little fairy's laughter.
Pingyu patted Tong'er's head to comfort her.
"Oh..." Jinzha suddenly realized, and said to Tong'er, "If that's the case, then your father really can't die yet."
"Two immortal masters..." Tong'er's eyes were practically spinning with sweat. He asked in a daze, "What does the flying zombie have to do with him? He's neither a demon nor a ghost, and he doesn't know anything about gods or Buddhas. He's just a mortal."
"Flying zombies can absorb the resentment of heaven and earth with every breath to nourish themselves. Once your mother becomes a flying zombie, she will not only be able to speak, but also move like the wind, killing immortals and devouring gods. If other evil sects want to raise a flying zombie, they not only need profound cultivation, but also have to spend time and effort to find a suitable feng shui location. Yours is quite..." The young man paused for a moment, and when he looked around, his expression was obviously different.
It's both a piercing curse and a wife-entanglement altar, and there's no threshold at the door...
This place has been transformed by peddlers into a feng shui treasure land in the eyes of evil cultivators, perfect for raising ghostly creatures.
He wanted to say, "This is a perfect place to raise flying zombies," but then he remembered it was someone else's sad story and swallowed his words. He sighed and continued, "Besides, raising flying zombies requires blood, human blood."
"Do you want a lot?"
“Before she fully takes shape, she must be nourished with human blood.” As Jinzha replied, Pingyu blinked. She considered for a moment and continued, “Then not only can you not kill her, you must also carefully nurture her. If her health deteriorates and she doesn’t produce enough blood, there could be a lot of trouble.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she noticed three pairs of eyes on her.
Two of the disciples were Nezha and Jinzha, and they were surprised by Pingyu's words. After all, the girl's behavior seemed very orderly, and it was hard to imagine that she would say such words, which sounded even somewhat "brutal" in terms of "human reason."
Another gaze, however, belonged to Tong'er.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't looking at Ping Yu, but rather blankly looked at everyone present, finally fixing his gaze on his mother's face, which was covered in white hair.
"I……"
He opened his mouth, his mind blank. Before answering the question, Tong'er asked, "Then, if Mother doesn't become a flying zombie, is there any chance of her surviving?"
"Don't you want you and your son to be together?"
Jinzha asked in surprise, assuming that children this age were all very attached to their mothers. Nezha's brows furrowed slightly, and the boy gave a soft hum. Tong'er lowered his head, looking conflicted, but his tone was firm: "If Mother can be reincarnated properly, she shouldn't come with us! She suffered too much, unable to rest in peace, forced to become a demon. They say the cycle of reincarnation is one of suffering and one of sweetness... Mother has already tasted bitterness in this life; if we can give her a peaceful rest, may she be reborn as a noblewoman in her next life."
"It's too early to reincarnate now. It's better to be a demon than a human," Pingyu muttered, her voice soft and quick, so much so that even Nezha next to her couldn't hear her clearly. Jinzha was also somewhat troubled. He shook his head and replied helplessly, "She will die. Zombies are born under a curse. If her soul leaves her body, she will be struck down by heavenly lightning."
"Then let him be my mother's blood bag!" Tong'er bit her lip, pointed at the peddler, and said, "Since he took my mother's life, let him pay it back to us!"
After saying this, he kowtowed several times to the three of them: "Please give me some guidance, immortal masters."
“You must form a contract, a life-and-death contract, a master-servant contract.” Nezha spoke, raising his chin towards Ping Yu: “If you form a contract with her, your life will be under her control.”
Ping Yu was taken aback: "Huh?"
"What 'huh'?" Nezha glared at her. "Want me to protect you?"
He heard it all before!
Jinzha gave this fool a talisman that could summon Muzha for protection. Nezha thought to himself, "My elder brother has really gone mad from cultivating on Five Dragon Mountain. He doesn't understand human relationships at all, and he's so stingy with gifts, giving such useless things."
Are you using zombies for protection?
Upon hearing that she was forming a sworn brotherhood with Pingyu, Tong'er immediately turned around and knelt down in front of her.
Pingyu was flattered, but seeing Nezha's increasingly impatient expression, she hesitated and replied, "I...I want it?"
No, this sounds like something a heretical practitioner would do!
Nezha was decisive and said, "Give me your hand."
Pingyu obediently handed it over.
As soon as the boy got the girl's hand, he pinched her index finger.
Nezha bit Pingyu's fingertip.
His teeth were sharp, capable of piercing a mortal's flesh in an instant. A sharp pain suddenly arose from her fingers, quickly spreading to the other's mouth and tongue. Warm and slippery, it made the injured area itchy and throbbing. Pingyu subconsciously tightened her knuckles, then belatedly realized how furious she was, demanding, "What are you doing!"
Nezha spat out her fingertip:
"Blood pledge of allegiance".
Having said that, he took the other party's blood-stained finger and placed it between the eyebrows of the three demons.
Between the eyebrows, where the two temples meet, lies the third eye, known in Taoism as the Niwan Palace. As the origin of the dantian, it serves as a bridge connecting the physical body and the spirit. As the blood droplet fell, the crimson hue that had settled upon the human and the demon was then illuminated.
Unlike the healing abilities bestowed by Taiyi Zhenren, this was Pingyu's first genuine experience with the magic of this world: suddenly, everything around him went dark. Besides Tong'er and the woman who had turned into a zombie, Pingyu also saw a little girl with her hair in double buns. She timidly called out to Pingyu, "Sister."
Ping Yu quickly realized who the girl was, and smiled at her, saying, "You're Xiao Bei, right?"
"Mmm!" Xiao Bei nodded shyly, sucking her thumb: "Because when we form the bond, they brand our souls with hers, so we can talk to her like normal people."
As if to verify what the girl said, the zombie beside her also spoke up: "Young lady, thank you and the immortals for being willing to help us, mother and son." The woman's voice was gentle, and she bowed to Pingyu.
Pingyu knew this was a sworn brotherhood, and since she had indeed helped the other person a lot, she accepted the bow graciously. She wanted to address the other person, but realized that her mind was blank except for "zombie" and "flying zombie." The girl asked, "By the way, I still don't know your name."
"My name is Du Ruohua." The woman knelt on the ground, bowed her head, pressed her forehead to the ground, and continued to say to Pingyu, "Miss, I have a request."
"Madam Du, please speak."
“My two children and I have a blood feud with Xu Lang, and Tong’er and Xiao Bei can no longer bear his surname. Now that you have formed a master-servant bond with us, could you please bestow names upon my children?”
"I'm not very good at naming things..." Pingyu said somewhat sheepishly upon hearing this. This wasn't modesty; it was simply that the girl's naming skills were indeed less than satisfactory. She had once named her cat "Little Cat" and her dog "Little Dog," resulting in a chorus of responses from onlookers whenever Pingyu called out to her furry friends. Naming animals might be somewhat acceptable, but naming people was a different story.
She frowned, muttering to herself: "Name, name, name... They say names are closely related to fate. The azalea weeps blood, and Tong'er and Xiao Bei were brutally murdered because of money. This time, I must choose a new name that brings good fortune!"
Humans are blessed with five things: longevity, wealth, health and peace, virtue, and a peaceful death.
Longevity, wealth, health, benevolence, and a peaceful death are all indispensable.
Even with all this, people are still not satisfied.
Oh, right!
Pingyu had an idea.
She said to Xiao Bei, "Xiao Bei, how about I name you Du Jing?"
Autumn orchids and fragrant herbs, river dew carrying fresh essence.
After saying that, the girl turned to Tong'er. She also said to the boy, "Tong'er, your name is... Du Chongshan?"
The light boat has already passed ten thousand mountains.
Pingyu had already gone through every possible poem in her mind. She racked her brains and finally managed to squeeze out two decent names! The girl became more and more satisfied as she thought about it. She raised her chin and was very proud.
In this dark and desolate space, new soil was turned over inch by inch, and streams flowed forth. Water nourishes all things; the seedlings of grass, trees, and orchids began to sprout as the soil was turned over, producing one flower bud after another.
A name is the shortest spell in the world.
Having crossed countless mountains and ridges, all that remains are fragrant orchids in bloom.
A pale blue ball of light trembled and floated out from the hearts of the three people, disappearing into the girl's pupils:
Contract completed.
She seemed to lose consciousness again, her pupils fading into her dark eyes.
"Um?"
The cultivator had opened his third eye, gaining the ability to observe qi. Nezha watched as the flow of spiritual energy in the air gradually slowed; the contract should have been completed by now. Unable to hear Pingyu speak, Nezha looked on in bewilderment: "What are you doing... Pingyu!?"
He fell backward into the water, held his breath, and struggled to his feet, feeling the familiar chill.
The sunlight, the mud house, and the people and ghosts who accompanied him were all nowhere to be seen.
Looking up, the sky was a blinding white expanse. The Milky Way continued to overflow, chilling her to the bone. Yet, when she struggled to her feet, her clothes were dry, creating an unreal, absurd feeling.
Before him stood the towering gate that seemed to reach the heavens, reaching into the clouds.
"How did I end up in my sea of consciousness?" Ping Yu wailed.
Why would you force someone to form a contract?! A mortal ordering around a zombie—that doesn't sound like a respectable thing to do. The girl was furious and impotent. She stood up and kicked the water on the ground. The water splashed up in a long trail, but because it went too high, it ended up splashing all over her face.
Pingyu, startled by her own attack, instantly calmed down. She stood there for a moment, silently wiping the water from her face.
never mind......
She sighed before heading towards the Gate of Hell.
The stone gate remained as high as ever. If Nezha hadn't carried her up, Pingyu wouldn't have been able to see the scene above on her own.
No sooner had she finished speaking than she heard a loud rumbling sound coming from the storefront.
The sound was as loud as an earth dragon turning over, as if the entire sea of consciousness was shaking because of it.
Just as Pingyu was wondering with suspicion whether he had broken the door with his little hand...
The rumbling stopped.
In an instant, something popped out in front of her and flew straight into her arms.
Ping Yu caught it in a fluster, feeling the icy, hard edge pressing against her chest.
She lowered her head to examine it.
When the girl finally saw what it was, she let out a sharp, piercing scream: "How could the Shang Dynasty have this?!"
It turns out that an iPad was just spat out of the mind.
She simply sat on the ground and tentatively pressed the switch.
Once the device is turned on, there are no software options available.
Upon powering on, the system enters the user interface, which displays a simplified Chinese title in a traditional Chinese ink painting style:
A simplified operating system for short, illiterate people.
"Who chose such a sharp-tongued name?!"
Every word on it was like a curse right on Ping Yu's forehead. She felt like she'd been bullied and pressed the enter button with a vicious glare.
After clicking on it, the screen switched interfaces like an app.
The text on the iPad has been translated, and the result is in simplified Chinese, just like the title.
There are also round holes on the plate.
This time, there's one more hole filled with blue than last time.
Ping Yu glanced at it first; the first hole had the character "魉" written on it. She tried clicking it and found that the character could be selected. Just like selecting a hyperlink with the cursor, after clicking the character "魉", a pixelated box similar to that in Windows XP popped up.
The first thing Pingyu saw in the image above was the python demon that tried to enter her dream and devour her.
The girl looked down further, and there were several lines of text directly below the image:
Then, she used the same method to trigger the next round hole. This time, the image in the pop-up window was a yellow wine cup, and the text below it had also changed:
"It seems the peddler mentioned when he was selling it that this cup would ask for a hug at night," Pingyu recalled.
In other words, if the vessel hadn't broken during its creation due to excessive resentment, and if they had bought the finished product, Tong'er and Xiao Bei would also have been controlled by the vessel, pinning people down at night and sucking their blood to brew wine.
The Immortal Taiyi said that the twenty-four demons that broke free of the seal and were released into the human world to cause chaos were inscribed on this disc. Now, two of the holes have been filled. Does this mean that two of these twenty-four demons have already been successfully collected?
"Did you read my memories?" Ping Yu asked, continuing to fiddle with the electronic device in his hand.
It's utterly devoid of any gameplay value; the system is outdated, and there are only a few pages to choose from. It's like a product temporarily generated by her consciousness, a rudimentary tool simply to help her easily obtain information about the Ghost Gate when no one is there to assist her.
After she said that, the tablet screen suddenly went black.
No matter how long Pingyu pressed the switch, it could not be restarted.
A moment later, it melted into water, flowing through the girl's fingers and returning to the suspended river on the ground.
Seeing this, she was not annoyed.
Pingyu remained seated with her knees drawn up to her chest, while the girl leaned against the stone door to make herself more comfortable. Looking down at her reflection in the water, she murmured to herself, "The sea of consciousness, isn't it actually the manifestation of personal consciousness? I think you, as a vessel of thought, are a bit too intelligent. Not only do you not obey my commands, but you even mock me and read my memories..."
"I'm talking to you," she said, looking up at the long river that seemed to stretch to an endless distance, like a ladder to heaven made of water. The girl gazed at it, her voice growing softer and softer.
Her enunciation was so soft, like water droplets hitting the surface of a river:
"Is the feedback really reflecting my thoughts?"
The teeth and tongue close, and the lips begin to melt away.
She dissolved into a puddle of water, just like the flat plate, and vanished with a crash.
.
"call!"
Her eyelids snapped open, and she gasped for breath as she rolled over.
With a thud, Pingyu rolled off the bed.
The blankets wrapped her up completely, and the sound of them hitting the ground was resounding.
At the same time, someone pushed the door open and entered.
Nezha stopped as soon as he stepped over the threshold, staring at Pingyu on the ground.
one two three....
Pingyu couldn't hold back any longer; she tried to move her arm, only to find she couldn't. Nezha saw the girl smile at him and cheerfully asked, "Nezha, can you help me?"
The boy smiled and replied, "Sure."
He strode forward and pinched the corner of the girl's blanket with two fingers.
Swish!
Like a spinning top caught and then flung away by a whip, Pingyu spun rapidly in the direction the blanket was pulled up.
Until the blankets were completely removed from her body, she was so disoriented that she lost all sense of time and place.
The girl was disoriented, but she still managed to ask, "Where am I?"
Nezha squatted down, wrapped his arms around her head, and replied, "Qianyuan Mountain, Jinguang Cave."
"That sounds familiar..."
Pingyu stopped turning, but she was still in a daze. She was now looking at Nezha, who had eight beautiful faces on one neck, like a bizarre work of art. Nezha saw that she still looked stupid, so he shook the girl's head hard in the opposite direction and said, "Silly girl, this is my master's immortal mountain."
"What about Jinzha?" Pingyu asked.
Nezha: "Back to Five Dragon Mountain."
"Where are Tong'er, Xiao Bei, and their mother?"
"In the handkerchief."
"Oh..." she said wearily, drawing out her words after asking all her questions.
When Nezha saw that the man hadn't gotten to the point in either of his two questions, he couldn't help but feel angry.
"it hurts!"
Ping cried out in pain as Nezha pinched her face.
That shameless brat, he actually launched a sneak attack!
Nezha tightened his grip, his tone displeased: "Why didn't you ask who brought you here?"
"Who is it? Who is it?!" the girl hissed and tried to pry the other person's fingers off.
Her eyes were glistening with pain, like a layer of water about to spill down her cheeks at the slightest movement.
“It’s me.” Nezha remained unmoved, his strength undiminished. He stared expressionlessly at Pingyu’s increasingly swollen face; the baby fat on the girl’s face made her look like she had two eggs stuck in her cheeks.
This clean, white dough ball is clever in everything else, but when it comes to him, it becomes as silly as a demon made of paste. I wonder if it's intentional!
Ping struggled hard and finally freed his elongated face.
She rubbed her face, thinking: "You jerk! So petty! Always pinching my cheeks, treating me like I'm nothing. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
After thinking it over, she glared fiercely at Nezha.
Looking at people carefully is also a way of making them look good!
Seeing that she still dared to glare at him, Nezha laughed in anger. He raised his finger and poked the girl's forehead repeatedly, saying, "What are you looking at? The contract was just signed and you're already collapsing? Do you know that I carried you all the way here? It only took me a quarter of an hour to get from Chen Tang Pass to Qian Yuan Mountain. Even the Wind Fire Wheels were so tired that they almost abandoned me!"
He pushed forward more and more, while Pingyu leaned back more and more. Until her shoulder blades pressed against the bed, and Nezha's nose almost touched hers.
He hurriedly brought the person to the immortal mountain, but his master only glanced at her and said that she had given a name or changed the name of a demon. Although he had accumulated two merits, he was too exhausted because he was a mortal and almost lost his life.
"Is it that serious?" Pingyu felt like he had just taken a nap, and then he felt very weak.
"It wasn't serious, but I almost met my maker."
Nezha poked Pingyu's snow-white forehead again, wondering if it was made of tofu.
Now that they are closer, Pingyu can no longer see Nezha's face clearly.
From this angle, only the eyes appear large and clear.
The boy's eyes, not yet fully developed, were rather round, only slightly pointed at the corners, making him look like a cat. When his eyes were filled with anger, a crimson gold shimmered faintly beneath them... Ping Yu stroked his face, watching intently.
Where did Fengdu City and Yama's Palace come from?
To put it bluntly, this place only holds the future American war god!
She almost forgot that she was rebelling against tyranny, and said earnestly to the boy, "Nezha, I find you really handsome."
Nezha paused because her answer was irrelevant, and his arrogance immediately subsided.
"Were you even listening to me?" he asked, looking at the other person's silly grin, without much expectation.
Before Pingyu could answer, a long, drawn-out "gurgling" sound incongruously broke between the two of them.
Pingyu looked at his stomach.
The girl touched her stomach, the blush from Nezha's pinching seeming to have spread. It not only covered her entire face, but even her ears were flushed red! Pingyu, a little embarrassed, said awkwardly to the boy, "I don't know, but my stomach is talking now."
Mortals don't practice abstaining from grains; their bodies need grains and meat to satisfy their hunger. Nezha left with a cold face, and soon returned with a whole bag of wild fruits using his Universe-Shaping Ribbon.
"eat."
The fruits were all thrown onto the bed by the Hun Tian Ling.
Some of them still had water droplets clinging to them, as Nezha had washed them in the river. He said fiercely, "I have to eat them all!"
"No, I can't finish it." Pingyu casually picked up a fruit and was about to take a bite when she noticed Nezha sitting on the mat watching her, as if he really wanted to supervise her. She thought for a moment, put down the fruit in her hand, picked out a large one, and handed it to him: "But we can finish it if we eat it together."
Nezha took the fruit and compared it to the pile on the bed.
Only after confirming that this was the best quality piece among them did he happily open his mouth.
Pingyu took a bite and thought about what happened in her sea of consciousness. She hesitated for a moment, then said to the boy, "When I fainted, I inexplicably fell into my sea of consciousness."
"Hmm," Nezha indicated that he was listening.
"Then, as the demons gathered... I felt like my consciousness had become a little smarter?" The girl carefully chose her words, trying to tell Nezha everything without revealing the iPad: "Because he could actually convert the Heavenly Court's characters into something I could understand. Then I discovered that two round holes on the door were already full! The first was a python demon, and the second was a yellow-mouthed goblet."
“The third one will appear soon.” Nezha swallowed the fruit in his mouth and said to Pingyu with certainty, “As long as you follow the will of Heaven, it will bring you everything you need in an unintentional way.”
"But I feel something's not right." The girl tried to continue, but found she couldn't make a sound. Her lips and tongue encountered resistance, as if someone were threading a needle through her flesh; the more she spoke, the tighter the rope seemed to be, forcing her to shut up.
"Something's not right?" Nezha asked listlessly.
Mount Qianyuan is rich in spiritual energy and nourished by immortal springs, so all its fruits are sweet and delicious. However, he had been cultivating here since birth, and he had eaten every fruit that the mountain produced each year. No matter how delicious the delicacy, if eaten too often, it will become tasteless.
Pingyu stopped halfway through her sentence. Seeing that she was standing motionless like a wooden stake, Nezha patiently pressed her for more information: "Hey, what's wrong?"
Although Pingyu's eyes were looking at Nezha, his gaze was rather vacant.
Could this be the legendary constraint of Heaven?
But while others are transmigrated by their souls, she was transmigrated by her own body!
Pingyu truly started as a fertilized egg, stayed in her mother's womb for a full month, and then grew to be eleven years old. If that's all, and if the consciousness in her mind still doesn't belong to herself, isn't that a terrifying thing?
The more something is forbidden to be said, the more likely it is to be true.
Ping Yu shivered, and upon closer reflection, felt as if his entire being was an imperfection.
She ate the fruit, sighing frequently.
Nezha initially thought the girl was being silly, but after waiting for an answer for so long, his rare patience was completely worn away.
He asked, "What are you doing?"
Pingyu sighed and put the fruit down.
She actually regretted revealing her thoughts so soon. It seems foolishness can be a blessing in disguise; even if that tablet was worse than an old-fashioned phone, it was still an electronic device! Before Pingyu transmigrated, she had to prepare for the college entrance exam and was restricted from using her phone or computer. In ancient times, entertainment was even scarcer; for the first ten years in the temple, she could only tell jokes to the statues of gods.
She licked the juice off her lips, looking a little melancholy: "I miss home."
"Is this what you mean by 'not right'?" Nezha felt like he was being played. He was about to explode, but seeing that the girl's troubled expression didn't seem fake, he held back for the time being.
Because Li Jing was there, Nezha didn't feel a sense of belonging to his home, and naturally couldn't understand Pingyu's feelings. He rested his chin on his hand and said to the girl whose head was clouded with worry, "I'll take you out later. Qianyuan Mountain is more fun than the Li residence."
“That’s your home, not mine.” Pingyu looked at him in surprise. Why were they acting like a family, spouting such ambiguous things? She imitated him, lifting herself up: “I want to go back to my home. I miss my mother.”
Modern homes have WiFi and food delivery, while ancient homes had baked sweets and herbal tea.
"Have you forgotten why you're living in my house?" Nezha said, speechless.
The girl counted on her fingers and said clearly, "I remember! Because my calamity is coming soon, and the ghosts I've attracted have caused chaos in the mansion. My father heard that you've taken a master from an immortal, so he wants me to take advantage of this opportunity to see if I can find a way to break the curse. By the way, I'm asking you to protect my life so that I won't be eaten by monsters before I die."
"None of these issues have been resolved yet. What's the point of going back now?"
"Don't you want to continue being good friends with me, Third Prince?" Pingyu blinked, her eyes and eyelashes drooping slightly, making her look somewhat pitiful.
Nezha felt a chill run down his spine under the girl's wet gaze. He instinctively wanted to retort when he heard the words "good friend." But Pingyu's eyes seemed to possess some kind of magic, controlling his vocal cords and rendering him silent.
It's definitely sorcery!
Nezha immediately felt a sense of urgency. He coughed several times before he could speak, asking warily, "What are you planning?"
Did I say that before? It seems... I did! Nezha broke out in a cold sweat, realizing he had shot himself in the foot.
The distance that had initially created during the meal was quickly closed by Ping Yu. Her voice grew softer, and her lips blossomed like a flower: "This is the first time I've made a friend, the first time I've brought someone home! As my only friend, won't Third Prince Ping Yu come home with me?"
only?
The boy's lips pursed up the moment he heard the word.
Someone as kind-hearted as Pingyu wouldn't have only one friend, would he? Even if others were just friends, adding the word "kind" before "friend" wouldn't make him the only one. Nezha's secret joy vanished because of her words.
"Nezha?" Pingyu called out again when the other girl ignored him. But Nezha still didn't respond, so he raised his hand and decisively covered the girl's eyes.
If he couldn't see the other person's eyes, his strange magic would be ineffective. Nezha thought this, but Pingyu's long eyelashes, like tassels, brushed against his palm lines, causing a slight itch. Realizing his measures were useless, Nezha became even more unhappy.
He changed his strategy and used the Hun Tian Ling (a magical sash) as a blindfold.
As the objects blocking her eyes kept changing, Pingyu began to suspect something. She tentatively asked, "Nezha, do you want to play tag with me?"
Before the other party could answer, Ping Yu continued, "Can we play something else? Whether I'm a ghost or a human, I can't beat you. This is no fun."
Her eyes were blocked, and her head was swaying from side to side. When she spoke, she would turn left and right, but she couldn't seem to get her eyes on Nezha, who was right in the middle.
The boy watched her wander aimlessly like a headless fly for a while, then suddenly a wicked thought arose in his mind. A sour, foul feeling welled up from his heart and surged to his lips: "You had no other choice but to play this!"
Nezha, however, did not comply with Pingyu's wishes.
But the girl's expected complaint didn't happen. Pingyu simply responded with an "Oh," and then asked, "So, are you still coming home with me?"
"Let's play first and then talk about it."
Nezha agreed, "If you catch me, I'll go back with you. Otherwise, you'll have to stay here."
“But I don’t know the way to Qianyuan Mountain. What if I get lost?” Pingyu asked.
"I will come looking for you." Nezha put his hands behind the girl's head and tied the Hun Tian Ling into a pretty bow.
“The entire Qianyuan Mountain is too big. I’m going to fall down after just a few steps with my eyes covered.” Pingyu let the boy do as he pleased, and then she raised another concern.
By then, Nezha had already wrapped the Hun Tian Ling around the girl's eyes. This kind of talk, which sounded like a waste of time, was not a problem for Nezha at all. He said, "Then we'll stay inside the house and in the outer courtyard. The courtyard gate is locked, so there's no need to worry about going outside."
Is there a time limit?
This was Pingyu's last question, because as soon as she asked it, the boy pinched her lips with his fingers. Nezha pulled her lips into a duck's mouth and said with a forced smile, "No, shut up, you count to three and start playing."
With his lips released from their restraints, Pingyu obediently began the countdown.
Listening to the girl's countdown, he thought: For the sake of our previous friendship, it's not impossible for me to go home with her.
Nezha just wanted to scare Pingyu a little, to let her experience the feeling of anxiety. He stood there, in front of Pingyu's bed.
As soon as the other person gets out of bed, they can reach out and grab it.
The three-second countdown passed in the blink of an eye.
Pingyu finished counting, but didn't move.
While it's true that ghosts catch people blindfolded, they at least use sheer gauze. Unlike Nezha, who's wrapped in layers of his Universe Ring, making daytime seem like night! He's clearly planning to cheat, not genuinely intending to play the game.
Anyway, he said there was no time limit...
The Hun Tian Ling was a dark mass in front of me, even darker than the moonlight at night, making it perfect for sleeping.
After Nezha finished speaking to Pingyu, he lay back down on the couch.
"Let's talk about it after I wake up, let's talk about it after I wake up~"
The girl lay upright, humming a little tune, covering her body with the blankets, curling herself up nicely.
As Pingyu closed her eyes, the heavy feeling on her eyelids vanished without warning. The Hun Tian Ling quickly loosened and disappeared from behind her head. Light returned, converging on the girl's eyelids.
With light, it's not a good time to sleep.
She frowned and opened her eyes: "Who...?"
In the center of his pupils was a face that looked like that of a fairy child.
She closed her eyes again, drenched in sweat.
Nezha leaned over onto the bed, his eyes like crescent moons.
He held the Qiankun Ring against the girl's trachea and said with a bright smile:
"Pingyu, are you looking for death?"
Author's Note: It's now a VIP chapter! I'll add extra chapters after reaching 1k nutrient solution! I'll try my best to keep writing like crazy.
I feel that Ping Yu is actually quite despicable.
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Hou Qing… I searched for the source for ages, and the three books I found ("Yuanyang Zhilue," "Guijia Jishi," and "Gushi Zhenji") are all unofficial histories. I suspect this source is fabricated. But I remember the Four Great Zombie Ancestors did exist.
The Five Blessings originate from the "Hong Fan" chapter of the Book of Documents.
"Autumn orchids and fragrant herbs, river dew carrying their essence" is from Song Yu's "Gao Tang Fu".
"The cries of monkeys on both banks could not stop my light boat from passing through ten thousand mountains" is from Li Bai's poem "Departing from Baidi City at Dawn".
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